Justin was loving every tongue stroke. To humiliate another human being (if you could even call this freak that) at such a debasing level with his toes was something that he could get used to. As a jock he was used to bullying, it was a role that came with the status of being superior above all others. The creature currently tongue bathing his sweaty toes was the definition of weak and pathetic. He was going to enjoy bending him to his will but that was going to require breaking him down and rebuilding him to something worthy of living of his toe jam. This creatures squeaks of a human life and being someone were going to end, and he was going to start by teaching it it's new routine every day: Serving his tired feet after practice.
He yelled at the pathetic bug currently failing at properly licking his instep "TIme to teach you the ropes bug, only going to go through this once. Let's start by taking off my other sock":
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You couldn't believe you were currently being violated and assaulted in every sense of the words by a high school jocks foot whose sweat was permeating every fiber of your being as you licked his foot clean. Of course the first person to recognize you as a person, is some jock who instantly abuses your faint glimmering hope of rejoining humanity as he strips it from you humiliating via his soles. As you start on the arches of his foot licking of the sticky sheen of seat coating his foot, his voice thunders down talking about teaching you how "the ropes" as he commands you to take his other sock of his other foot. You walk over to the very off white canvas of sweat logged horror housing his foot and make your way to the toe section, something that your nose couldn't miss from a mile away waft up to you as he cracked his toes in the sock.
You grab the material and your hands fall right through, at this size the sock is millions of ropes intertwined together. He is literally showing you the ropes, ropes of bondage. Your hands become tangled and stuck in the tangled mess of sock threads and you pull your body back tryng to free yourself.
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From the POV of the giant your week attempt's at pulling the sock of are dismal, he exclaims in disgust "This is pathetic" as he pulls you and the sock along with you off his giant foot. As he wiggles his newly freed toes he sighs and say's "Now that's better isn't it?!". Time to get to work slave.
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